Entry: 29/1/11

It lay on a murky, icy slab of metal – an existence that has been long hushed upon but not quite forgotten. Fencing a story of long time past, it relaxed under considerable nuggets of memories.  The cover washed gray with age, dotting flowers dipping into a somber overcast. The mute paper tainted by stamps collected over time. Emotively, the notebook lay there in solemn darkness, reminiscing its journey; the inane moment it was passed ahead, the high-spirited attendants with their inescapable yet vibrant emotions. All now locked away under the shady manacle of a three-toothed iron key. The key hinged to a gold-plated chain, with a Pharaohs’ head engraved in parched black. Furtively, Egypt possessed an elaborate tale of the bygones…


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s